This morning, I was on my floor, a puddle of tears from a melodramatic heart that couldn’t feel anything but His pounding, faithful fist at the door. “Let. Me. In.” Through others, through His word, through everything, He was coming, running, pursuing me. My anxiety and self-consciousness over the past few days had barred the door from His intimate touch. Even through that, He was speaking. He was whispering through the keyhole and dropping love letters at my feet. Relentless.
I weep over His faithfulness for the second morning in a row, and as I workout on our little elliptical for the third morning in a row, and, now, as I write a few words about this day, even as it is just beginning, for the thirtieth day in a row, or so. These are little victories, setting up their banners in and around my soul—these are the victorious places. these are the places to return to when things get hard. these are the stones of remembrance setting up their homes in places where I once questioned His presence. these are His works.
Thank you for your sweet and encouraging words this morning. They are perfect and brought tears to my eyes! Which just makes His faithfulness SO tangible. Praise Him!